Lassiter finds out that Shawn can use a gun, but has not fired one for ten years. Using this information he dares Shawn to a shoot off. He wins Shawn has to tell everyone the truth about himself. This is going to be Slash

By the time that Lassiter had finished at the station and had gotten himself to the hospital, McNab was out of surgery and in recovery. O'Hara had gone home with her family. An interpreter had been found for Mr. Hope and Shawn was gone. Apparently, he left as soon as the interpreter arrived.

Lassiter just let out a long sigh as he walked into his house. He was tired, frustrated and angry all at the same time. He looked over at the clock on his lounge room wall. Ten o'clock it read; he was hungry, but he was too tired to go and make something. Lassiter headed towards his bedroom, but he was hit with the wonderful smell of food cooking. Curiosity got the better of him and he headed into the kitchen only to find Shawn standing in front of the stove.

Lassiter rushed to Shawn's side, "Sorry, I... I just wasn't thinking and I wasn't expecting to see you in my kitchen."

"Well, I guessed that after dealing with the crime scene, you wouldn't want to cook anything," Shawn said turning to looking at Lassiter.

Lassiter looked up and their eyes meet. He couldn't help but get lost in Shawn's eyes and he leaned in for a kiss. Shawn obliged by kissing him back. Shawn was the first to pull back from the kiss.

"Although, I could spend the rest of the evening in your arms and with our lips locked together, if I don't get back to this food it's going to start to burn."

"Ok, Shawn, I'll set the table. I didn't think I was going to see you tonight, you had already left the hospital and..."

"And what, Lassie, you thought I'd skipped town?" Shawn said with a hint of mischief in his voice.

"I don't know, Shawn; I don't know what I was thinking. Your dad was on my back about whether or not we're together. Shawn, are we together?"

"I hope so, Lassie. I am in love with you, but with that said, I just don't want to push you too hard and loose you." Lassiter could see fear in his eyes.

"I'm not going anywhere, Shawn. I love you, too, and we can go as slow or as fast as you want. Just as long as we are together," Lassiter said trying to ease Shawn's fear.

"Do you really mean it, Lassie? Do you really want to be with someone like me? I'm not the same as a normal person. My moods swing from one extreme to the next and I've been lying to you all these years about being psychic."

"If I didn't want to be with you, Spencer, I would have told the Chief that you had told me the truth about your psychic powers, plus I have proof now." Lassiter held up a hard copy of Shawn's book.

"You do know that's not the only way I make my money, right?" Shawn asked with his eye brows raised.

"Yeah, I guessed that, but that's something I will learn about you, as I get to know you better; now, how about dinner?" Lassiter said with a smile.

"It's ready and so am I," and with that, Shawn leaned in for another kiss.

After dinner, they washed up and headed to bed. As they curled up together, they couldn't believe how comfortable they felt with each other. That night each man had a nightmare free sleep.

The next morning Lassiter woke up to the smell of cooking bacon and eggs. Smiling to himself, he thought, 'I could easily get use to this.' He got up and headed to the kitchen. Again, he found Shawn standing by the stove, and Lassiter couldn't help but think how it seemed like Shawn just belonged there. There in his kitchen, there in his bed like last night and there in his heart and life.

"Hey there, good looking," he said as he walked up behind Shawn and wrapped his arms around him.

"Whatever you want to cook up is fine with me. I usual only have a cup of coffee," Lassiter said as he kissed Shawn's neck.

"Well, that will be changing; you can't get by on just coffee. Now you better go and sit down, the food is ready."

Lassiter walked over and sat at the table. Shawn than brought over two plates filled with bacon, eggs and toast. Already sitting on the table was freshly brewed coffee and cold fruit juice.

"You're spoiling me, you know that, Spencer?"

"Yep, and I think you'll need your strength today. The Chief rang earlier; she wants you and me in her office as soon as we get in."

"What...? The Chief rang...? When...? Spencer, what time is it?" Lassiter asked trying to keep his cool.

"About one in the afternoon, but before you say it, the Chief had given you the day off."

"Well, let's eat and then go and see what she wants and, Shawn...?"

"Yes darling?"

"Can we change the dare dates into real dates from now on?" Lassiter said as he felt his ears starting to burn.

"Of course we can and, Carlton, I love you."

"Love you too, Shawn." When Lassiter looked back at his food, he could see that Shawn had cooked his eggs in the shape of a love heart. This made his face go even redder then it already was.

About an hour and a half later, they walked into the Chief's office. She looked at them and indicated to them to sit down. She then went back to reading the file which was in front of her.

"Are you two wondering why I called you in here today?"

"To do some work, no, to play a game, too...!" Shawn said bouncing around a bit. But just then the door behind them opened and closed. Turning around, Shawn found Gus and his dad standing behind them. Worried, he turned back to the Chief. "Ok, what's going on?"

"It is ok, Mr. Spencer. We just want to know what is going on with you two," the Chief replied.

"Well..." Shawn started to speak, but Lassiter stopped him by putting a hand onto Shawn's knee.

"What Spencer was going to say, Chief, is that we have decided to change the dare dates into real dates and I need to make changes to my personnel file." Lassiter was now holding Shawn's hand. "I am also resigning my position as Head Detective, as..."

"What, Lassie you can't..." a shocked Shawn cried.

"It's alright, Mr. Spencer. I know why Detective Lassiter was going to resign, but it is not necessary. Detective Lassiter, as long as your relationship with Shawn doesn't interfere with either of you being able to do your jobs, you can keep your position and keep working together. BUT, the first sign that it has affected your work performance, then, I will separate you. DO, I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!"

"Yes, Chief," both men replied.

"Good. Now, you two," the Chief addressed to Henry and Gus, "can talk to them later... I just wanted to know what was going on between you two. Also, I have given Juliet a week off and hope she will take up the offer of counselling. McNab has woken up and it looks likes he will be off work for at least three months. Is there anything else?"

"No!" everyone in the office said.

"Now this report I have here is from the FBI. It seems that Mrs. Hope was an assassin after all, and the FBI had been chasing her for a while. The book her husband handed over had all of her hits, what she was paid for them and what accounts she used. It also includes who had paid and or hired her. You both have been cleared for the death of Mr. John."

"That's good, Chief. What about Mr. Hope?" Shawn asked

"Mr. Hope, well funny enough, an organisation for the deaf somehow found out about him and they have offered to look after him, including bringing him in when the case against his wife starts."

"So, he is going to be fine?" Shawn asked, giving the Chief a sideway glances.

"Yes, he is. Now, I'm giving you two the rest of today off but I want you back here first thing tomorrow morning."

"Yes Chief." And with that, all four men walked out of her office.

"So, Shawn, Lassiter, how would you two like dinner at my place tonight?" Henry asked. "And you too, Gus."